The girls and I spent the afternoon cleaning up their rooms. I told them I was cleaning the house thoroughly so that Moe could appreciate the beauty that is our new home. Really, it was a chance to do some serious decluttering and spring cleaning. I got rid of a trash bag and a half out of Buttercup's room and another trash bag in Fiona's. We were finally done when I brought in the vacuum. There was a serious amount of food crumbies under Fiona's bed, so I moved the bed over and started picking stuff up when I found this.
Fiona was kind enough to date it, I don't remember exactly what happened that day. It says (I will clean up the spelling for you) Dear Mom, From (Fiona) I do not like being yelled at. I feel sad. I chuckled over this and I called her in to ask her about. She started, with a furrowed brow, reading the first part of the note. When she got to the I do not like, a change came over her face and she started looking embarrassed. I had to laugh at her. She said she felt bad over what she did, not the fact that I yelled(?) at her. I can't think of hardly any time when I have yelled at her. She has such a tender heart and between that, her cute little face and her sad cancer girl status, it breaks my heart to even get upset with her. Hubby feels the same way. It's a good thing she behaves so well because disciplining her isn't the most fun. But I do love it when I find these little notes. I collect the best ones and put them in her journal. This way she can check out her mad writing skills when she gets older.
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